After dropping Carissa at her residence hall, Bradley headed home. Danny's piece of junk SUV wasn't in the driveway. Good thing because Bradley wasn't sure he'd be able to bite his tongue and not start a fight.

"Hey, man." Jeremy nodded from where he lounged on the couch, one leg draped over the arm. "Good night?" He grinned knowingly.

Bradley grunted and sank down into one of the armchairs. He rubbed his hands over his face. "Not sure good is the word I'd use. ...